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The last thing I did before I died was lick dew off a rusted pipe.
Ninety days earlier, my fiancé Bastien promised he'd come back for me. He said three months in the Sahara would teach me not to be jealous of Posey—the girl I'd pulled from a refugee camp and raised as my own sister.
He didn't know the water ran out in the first week. He didn't know bandits broke my bones. He didn't care enough to find out.
While I lay dying on a rotting bed with a shattered leg, he was in Manhattan, sliding a pink diamond onto Posey's finger.
I died alone. But I didn't stay gone.
My soul followed a stolen necklace across the ocean, right back to his penthouse—just in time for the engagement party, the champagne toast, and the moment my body arrived at the door.

To make his "cousin" happy on Christmas Day, my husband brought home a cat.
The cat jumped into my mother's arms, triggering her allergies and causing an immediate asthma attack.
I frantically rushed her to the hospital emergency room,
only to witness my husband feeding medicine mouth-to-mouth to his "cousin."
While my mother lay unconscious, he didn't even ask about her condition.
Watching their retreating figures, I thought of the invitation letter in my email inbox offering a million-dollar annual salary job.
It seemed our five-year marriage had finally run its course.

The President has been assasinated. The assasin has been caught and the weight of the case falls on Jack's shoulders, but there are outside and inside forces that want to control the outcome of the case.
In a world off politics, there is power that controls people's lives and affect their love lifes, birthing greed, betrayal, espionage and stronger of all, revenge.

Consumed by the pain of a past relationship, Viktor decides to take revenge on his ex-girlfriend by using Eleonora as the centerpiece of his plan. When he asks her to marry him in a moment of pure provocation, he doesn't imagine that it will trigger an unexpected connection between them.

Eleonora, on the other hand, is a strong and determined woman, who realizes Viktor's game from the start, but also finds herself drawn to his complexity. While he tries to keep his distance because of his emotional wounds, she struggles to penetrate the barriers he has erected around her. The tension between the two becomes a duel of wills: Eleonora, determined to win his heart, and Viktor, struggling with his own demons, which prevent him from opening up to love.

Celine Moretti is the only daughter of the infamous Lord Marco; the cold-blooded kingpin of the Moretti crime syndicate. She grew up in the shadows of blood and power, her secret fascination with werewolves was more than a childish fantasy; she longed to meet one, even dreamed of becoming one.

But dreams turn to ash.

The very night she watched a werewolf tear through her father and his men down, it splattered the floor with their blood, her obsession curdled into hatred. That night, Celine swore an oath: to hunt them, destroy their packs, and erase their kind from existence.

Yet vengeance is a dangerous game. How can she kill the greatest target when he is her fated mate?

HEATED REVENGE
BLURB
CARLOS:
Would she wake up if I wrapped her hand around my length?
My vision tunnels as I move closer to her spread legs, fisting faster.
Imagining her taking my cum over and over, swallowing every drop like the good girl she is not.
Knowing Thalia, she might spill it out because she doesn't like the taste and I'll enjoy watching it slip down her mouth to her chin then tits.
Fuck!
I throw my head back when the wave hit me, my cum spills onto her inner thigh & I watch it soak into the center of her cunt.
She stirs but doesn't wake. Instead
a beautiful word slip from her full lips
"Carlos... "
My dick jerks fast.
Did she just moan my name?
In sleep?
"Should I wake her?"
Nope.
I bring my cock to her parted lips, letting the last drops coat her tongue without quite touching.
And I harden again.
I realize something that should terrify me:
I don't want to kill her anymore.
I want her defiant & completely mine.
Walking around with my cum.
 
This is a STALKER xSTALKER DARK ROMANCE. MUTUAL OBSESSION
 
TRIGGER WARNINGS
BOTH:
Stalking & Surveillance
Wet dreams
Graphic violence
Weapons & Threats
Privacy|Home invasion
 
𝘔𝘔𝘊
Somnophilia
Voyeurism
 
ＦＭＣ
Murder & Poisoning
Gory murder board
Questionable morals

When Ava Carter walks into Blackridge Academy with a fake name and a flawless plan, she’s not there to make friends — she’s there to destroy Jace Langston.
He’s the boy who made her brother disappear.
Son of a corrupt police chief. Golden boy with a perfect smile and a darkness no one sees. She knows getting close to him is the only way to expose the truth — and take down the entire Langston legacy.
But Jace is not the careless rich boy she expected. He’s suspicious, cold, and way too clever. And the more Ava plays the part of the sweet new girl, the more she starts to see the cracks in his armor... and the truth in his eyes.
As their twisted game spirals into something dangerous and electric, Ava has to choose:
Break his heart — or let him have hers.
Because revenge was never supposed to feel like this.

For three years of marriage, I played the perfect, obedient wife.
I married him only because my family once saved his from bankruptcy, and because I had loved him since college.
I thought time would soften his heart.
Then his ex returned, and everything fell apart.
He threw a welcome party for her himself, called me to the office under the pretense of work, then turned around and dismissed me as an eyesore. The whispers in the company cut into me like needles.
That same day, the hospital called. I was eight weeks pregnant with his child. Before the joy could settle, the word divorce fell lightly from his lips.
I asked for three months, just enough time to leave with what little dignity I had left. He agreed without emotion.
Yet after I moved out, he secretly placed me in a luxury apartment and stationed people to watch me day and night.
When I finally hid my pregnancy and resolved to raise the child alone, ready to confront his scheming ex, he cornered me against the wall, eyes red, voice shaking.
“Who gave you permission to walk away with my child?”

Do you know what it feels like to be hated by the people you call family? Do you know how much it hurts to be rejected by the only person who is supposed to love you forever? Well, then you should know what makes you feel like shit. 

Welcome to Aline's world. They have treated her terribly in her family, and her parents do not want her. Everyone in her pack hates her, even her own sister, Isabella, who makes fun of her and cheats on her with her mate, Erick. Her boyfriend rejected her and humiliated her in front of the whole pack. Her father has sold her to Harold's Pack for her to be a breeder. She thinks it's better to be in another pack even if she has a lousy job as a breeder. 

Aline returns to fight a big war, but Aline is different now. She is outspoken and incredibly sexy, but most of all, she is a complete Luna Lycan from Harold's pack. The discovery of her true origin will give him an answer to the reason why her father sold her... A new love and a noble inheritance will transform her life. Will Aline be able to avenge the lineage of her true parents and bring justice? Will Aline be able to find true love with the Lycan Ethan of Harold's pack? What will Aline do with her sister Isabella?

Deandre Romeo
Every Romeo has their own Juliet right? Well, not for Deandre Romeo. He's cold inside and out. He's only nice to his family and his bestfriend and it makes girls afraid to get close to him. For him, love does exist but he doesn't want it.

Tatiana Kamerie
She's deeply in love with her highschool sweet heart and will get married in 2 months. She always thinks that he's the one for her and she can't wait to change her last name. On her wedding day, instead of marrying her one and only love.. he's married to a jerk slash asshole slash cold hearted bastard.

Wanting to meet my husband for lunch I found documents about my personal trust my father set up for me before he died.

Rushing over to my mother’s house, I tell her my husband drained my trust of all it’s money. Instead of hearing me out, my mother takes my husbands side when he demands a divorce, she throws me out of her house at eight months pregnant and no where to go…

After a failed Assasination attempt, Luna, a powerful werewolf was saved from the brink of death by Gabriel, a werewolf hunter, who was unbeknownst to her true identity.
Gabriel loathes all werewolves, killing them on sight. His father had met his death in the hand of a werewolf and he had engraved the hatred in his heart.
Luna woke up without any memory of her past nor her powers, was grateful to her savior. Both oblivious to their dark cruel fate that bind them fell for each other.
Luna's pack convinced she had betrayed her kind for an human, sought for her head. With the General bounty's on her head attracting enemies from far and wide, Gabriel finally discovered whom she was.
Gabriel must choose between risking his to protect the one he loves or succumb to cruel fate by killing his fated enemy.

Five years ago, Saraphina was a woman of grace and power. Her life was snatched, not at the hands of strangers, but in the blood-stained grip of her husband and her soul-sister, Nora. They didn't just take her life; they tore away her legacy, her fortune, and her very name, leaving her body to turn to ash while they toasted to her demise.

But death didn't stick. Now, Saraphina has returned in the skin of 22-year-old Mira. To her murderers, she is just the girl who scrubs their floors and pours their wine. To her, every polished surface is a mirror of their coming ruin. She is a ghost in their hallways, a silent witness to their stolen life, and she won’t stop until she has reclaimed every cent—and every drop of blood—they owe her. Find out how she reclaims her empire.

She was betrayed, burned, and left for dead. Now she's back—with a new face, a new name, and one goal: revenge.
Lillian Fox, a beautiful, kind-hearted, and naive girl, uncovers the painful betrayal of the two most important people in her life, her husband, Bruce, and sister, Rachael, when she stumbles on them making love in her room. To hide their secret, Bruce and Rachael plot to kill Lillian. With a badly burnt and unrecognizable face, they dump her remains in a river.
Lillian is saved and survives the incident, but she loses her memory and is deceived by her savior into starting a new life assuming the identity of a dead Ashley Knox. When she eventually regains her memory, she swears to make them all pay!
It's the same body, the same woman, but a different face and they will all taste her fury! She exacts her revenge under the cover of her new face and identity, Ashley Knox, CEO of Knox fashion world.
Will the new Ashley succeed in her quest for revenge?And will her now cold heart ever find love again?

One careless word. One contract marriage.
Aria thought she knew danger until desire, betrayal, and a fake brother’s death she can’t trust collide in Damian Blackwood’s world.
In a game of secrets and revenge, love is the deadliest weapon.

Cleopatra Fontana, heiress to a multimillion-dollar fortune saw her life flash before her eyes and vowed to make everyone who had wronged her pay. She prayed that she should live and begged to enact her revenge. She was given a chance to come back to life and woke up months before the day she died.

Cleo decided to use the time she was given to make the ones who wronged her pay, but Nicholas Moretti was threatening to topple all of that. Her insatiable quest for revenge might get in the way of her having the chance to finally fall in love, but the damage done was too deep, and Cleo was finding it hard to love again.

Revenge or true love, Cleo must choose the path that she wants, but the clock is ticking and time is running out.
Does she have enough time before the cold, cruel hands of death claim her?

"I shall not rest until the last drop of your bloodline has been spilled, avenging the lives you stole from me." - Venus

Venus Pellon, the Princess of Khadran, one of Naiterre's four witch realms, never found solace in the presence of her mother and brother. Unexpectedly summoned by her mother one day, only to discover that she was being coerced into an unwanted marriage with Michael Aethelwulf, the heir of Verna—the werewolf realm. Driven by her desperate desire to save her people, she unknowingly sets herself on a path that will lead to her own downfall.

Xavier Aethelwulf, haunted by his father's evil, is determined to claim the crown and overthrow his tyrannical sire. His father's greed not only took his mother's life but also cursed Xavier to become a hybrid creature—a half-vampire, half-werewolf abomination. When he crosses paths with Venus, his brother's charming wife, a powerful connection ignites within him.
However, his defiance, aiding her escape, leads to his exile as punishment. When he returns to rescue her, he discovers that she has tragically died.

Will love prevail over vengeance? Can they uncover the truth before it slips through their fingers forever?

Alan Reyes
The one and only heir of Reyes Oil. He thought he will have a great future in front of him with all the wealth that his father passed onto him. He thinks he can get everything that he wants but he never expect that someone is up to kill him and his family.

Bella Morgan
She swore herself that when she turned 25, she will have her revenge on Reyes Oil. She was more than ready to kill and take that company down. One of the best ticket to that is to seduce the target first and then she will proceed to kill.

Amelia had it all: a family, a comfortable life, and a marriage that, from the outside, seemed perfect. But after years of lies, manipulation, and betrayal, the truth comes to light: Diego, her husband, has not only cheated on her but deeply despises her. When they divorce, Amelia believes she can start over, but her nightmare is only beginning. Diego strips her of everything, throws her and their son out onto the streets, and plunges her into total ruin.

When the pain threatens to destroy her, a devastating truth ignites the spark of her fury: the son Diego always denied... was indeed his. This revelation transforms Amelia’s suffering into determination. She is no longer the submissive woman she once was. Now, she is a mother willing to do anything for justice.

From the shadows, Amelia begins to rebuild herself. She delves into the ruthless world of business and the darkest corners of power, where her name starts to command respect and fear. Step by step, she begins to dismantle Diego’s empire—but her revenge comes at a price. As the final confrontation approaches, Amelia must decide whether her thirst for justice is worth more than her soul... and the chance at a new life.

A young girls' life changes when her parents, who are the Alpha and Luna or the pack, are killed during a rogue attack. That seems to be the case until she witnesses, with the help of surveillance cameras, who the true killers are and now she is out for revenge. She also finds out that the killer is really after the company and money left for her after her parent's deaths. She of course refuses and they try everything to break her including hurting pack members. An old friend shows up to get her out of there and when she finally gets out to try to talk to the Lycan King about what happened, she is taken. Will she get free in time to talk to the Lycan King and get her revenge for the death of her parents?

This was Killian’s tenth time bringing a stray werewolf into our bedroom.
I didn’t growl like before, nor did I threaten her.
I picked up the old cloak from the floor and handed it to the girl trembling in the corner.
“Leave through the back door. The patrol just passed.”
The girl glanced at me fearfully, grabbed the cloak, and ran out.
Killian leaned against the headboard.
Bare-chested, a cigar in hand, his expression was full of arrogance.
“She’s just a newly matured stray werewolf. Don’t scare her.”
“Elira, you come from noble blood. You wouldn’t make a fuss about this.”
“Tonight is her first transformation. I need to be with her. I won’t be back.”
I lowered my head, hiding my golden eyes.
What Killian didn’t know was—
that stray girl was carrying the highly contagious and fatal Rotting Sickness.

On the eve of our mating ceremony, Dante sold me to the blind, mad tomb keeper on the back mountain for a single coin.
The pack elder furrowed his brow. "Young Alpha, if you want to make that rogue Omega your Luna, you can simply break the engagement with Maeve. Maeve once risked her life to heal you. Throwing her to that cruel monster is going too far."
Dante replied dismissively.
"It's just a small lesson. Who told her to be so stubborn, refusing to step down and accept the title of concubine? Besides, it's her cold attitude that triggered Chloe's panic attacks."
"Lucian is an absolute lunatic. Give it three hours, and her mind will break. When that happens, she'll naturally be crying on her knees, begging me to take her back."
The elder sighed heavily. "Aren't you afraid she'd rather marry Lucian than bow her head to you?"
Dante scoffed.
"Impossible. She loves me to the bone. Even if she goes to hell, she'd save herself for me. Tomorrow, after the mating ceremony, I'll play her savior one more time. Once she's suffered enough, she'll be completely devoted to me."
I didn't cry or make a scene. I simply clutched that coin tightly and walked away without looking back.
The next day, when Dante frantically smashed open the cemetery gates, the rumored blind monster had me wrapped securely in his arms. And clearly branded on my neck was the fresh mating mark he had just bitten into my skin.
The high and mighty Young Alpha stood there, eyes bloodshot, his voice trembling as he demanded to know how I could be so heartless.

I caught my fiancé cheating with his ex in our bedroom—twins on the nightstand proved it had been going on for a year.

The alchemy vial slipped from my trembling fingers, shattering against the stone floor. There they were: Kaelen, the youngest Archmage on the continent, tangled in silk sheets with Lyra Elessar, the high-elf noble he'd supposedly rejected for me.

But it was the glowing parchment on the nightstand that destroyed me completely—a bloodline registry declaring him father to one-year-old twins.

I'd sacrificed my magic core to save his life three years ago, becoming powerless while he used that second chance to build a secret family. Every "council meeting," every "emergency" had been a lie to visit them.

When Lyra saw me, she didn't even flinch. She just smiled and said, "Looks like we're caught."

The humiliation burned hotter than heartbreak. I fled to the black market that very night, seeking the Death Merchant's ultimate service—complete disappearance.

"Seven days to prepare the ritual," he told me.

Seven days until I could vanish forever. Seven days to decide what the naive girl who'd loved him deserved as her final gift to herself.

Seven months pregnant, I watched the thugs Vivian hired drag us both into the warehouse.
I didn't fight for that phone. I let Vivian—Sean's ex, the woman he never stopped loving—make the call herself.
Because in my past life, I'd begged desperately for Sean to save me from this carefully orchestrated nightmare.
And he did come. He chose me over her.
Vivian was left behind. Raped. Tortured. Murdered—by the very men she'd paid to stage this.
Afterward, Sean said he didn't blame me. He took care of me through the entire pregnancy. Never missed a single appointment.
Then on the day I went into labor, he handed me over to another pack of monsters.
Everything Vivian endured—the gang rape, the abuse, the humiliation—became mine.
Before burning me alive, he threw our dead baby at my feet, his face twisted with rage:
"You wanted to survive, didn't you? This is the price. I'm going to make you feel everything Vivian felt. Not just you—this bastard that should never have existed."
Those months of tenderness were all an act. Carefully orchestrated torture designed to make my suffering absolute.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in that warehouse—watching Vivian's hired thugs hold up the phone, forcing us to choose who gets saved

Minerva “Mina” Hayes thought marrying Tristan Johnston meant forever—until the night their marriage was announced and he stood beside another woman, letting the world brand Mina as the shameless third party. Betrayed, pregnant, and abandoned, she vanished without a trace, vowing never to love him again.

Three years later, Mina returns—not as the broken woman he left behind, but as a powerful CEO with her own empire. Now, the billionaire who once destroyed her is desperate to have her back. But Mina has learned her lesson. This time, she refuses to be his hidden wife—she’ll be the woman who makes him regret everything.

Yet as buried truths begin to surface, the lines between betrayal and sacrifice start to blur… 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁

He filled my head with lies.
Then he set my world on fire.

Gavril Vaknin.
Richer than God.
Crueler than the devil.

And if he has his way…
My new fake husband.

A chance meeting turns into a once-in-a-lifetime offer.
The billionaire don needs a blank slate to turn into his perfect politician’s wife.
I’m homeless and desperate—what do I have to lose?

But Gavril is hiding secrets. Cloaked in lies.
Stepping into his world is a one-way ticket to a hell I won’t survive.

Did I do the right thing?
Or did I just sell my soul to a monster?

“You belong to me, Freya.”

“No,” I whispered, staring into his cold gray eyes. “I never belonged to anyone.”

Leopold Gray’s jaw tightened.

The most powerful man in the country wasn’t used to hearing the word no.

And that might be exactly why he became obsessed with me.

After losing her parents, Freya Raphael was raised inside one of the wealthiest families in the city.

To outsiders, she was the beloved niece of the Fergus family.

Behind closed doors, she was nothing more than a carefully controlled possession.

Every decision she made was monitored.

Every dream she had was taken away.

Every success she earned was stolen and handed to someone else.

But Freya learned long ago how to survive.

She smiles when she's angry.

She obeys when she wants to fight.

And she hides her sharpest claws behind the face of a perfect lady.

Then one reckless night changes everything.

After being betrayed and abandoned, Freya wakes up beside a stranger—a devastatingly handsome billionaire she never expects to see again.

Unfortunately, fate has other plans.

The stranger turns out to be Leopold Gray, the feared patriarch of the Gray family.

A billionaire kingmaker.

A ruthless empire builder.

A man powerful enough to destroy anyone who stands in his way.

And the very man her guardian plans to offer her to as a mistress.

Now Freya finds herself trapped between a possessive guardian who refuses to let her go, a dangerous billionaire determined to uncover her secrets, and a charming heir whose kindness may be hiding secrets of his own.

Everyone wants something from her.

Her beauty.

Her loyalty.

Her future.

But none of them realize that the obedient girl they think they control has been planning her escape for years.

Because Freya isn't just fighting for freedom anymore.

She's fighting for revenge.

And when Leopold finally discovers the truth about that unforgettable night...

Will he become the man who saves her—

Or the one who destroys her completely?

Beatrice has never been someone to take things lying down. After being kidnapped by two men and thrown in the back of a car, she's already thinking of ways to make them regret their actions. She soon finds out these men are werewolves, tasked with bringing her to their pack because she’s someone’s fated mate.
Her. A human. Fated to be with a werewolf? That couldn’t be right.
As a human, there's no way she can escape from this mate-thing they are adamant she accept. That is… until she decides to trust the vampire in the packhouse dungeon. With his help, surely they can both escape their fates as prisoners of the Bluemoon Pack.

It was a rainy night, and I was running wildly down the road, that man chasing relentlessly behind me, a malicious grin carved into his face. Desperately searching for somewhere—anywhere—safe, the brightly lit bookstore not far ahead became my only glimmer of hope.

Then I tripped.

I struggled to scramble back to my feet, but the rain and slick pavement betrayed me, sending me crashing down once more. A sharp pain tore through my knees as the sound of footsteps behind me grew louder, closer. Panic surged. I clawed at the gravel submerged in muddy water, my fingertips just brushing against a sharp-edged stone when a low sigh breathed against my ear.

“You can’t run away.”

I turned my head.

He was already standing before me, rainwater streaming down his twisted face, his eyes gleaming with a crazed, cruel light. Slowly, he knelt down. One hand clamped around my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. A blood-curdling laugh slipped from his lips.

“I’ve finally got you tonight,” he said. “You’ll be mine forever.”

Will Claire survive? Will she escape her attacker’s assault?

This is a novel of extraordinary imagination—step inside and uncover the thrill… and the answer.

The first thing they took was my baby.

The second was my parents.

The third was my freedom, my eyes, and every reason to live.

My husband gave me to three men on our anniversary. He chained me in a doghouse while his mistress laughed. He fed me my own son’s remains and called it mercy.

He said I was dirty. He said I deserved it.

But the DNA test he trusted was a lie. The video was staged. And the woman he’s about to marry is the one who destroyed us all.

I tried to die. Four times.

Now I’m done trying.

They put a dead woman in the ground. They’re about to find out she brought hell back with her.

Temptation has a way of slipping past every boundary and challenging even the strongest resolve. What appears controlled, familiar, and respectable on the surface often hides emotions that are far more complicated beneath. Hearts are drawn toward connections they know they should resist. Unexpected. Irresistible. Forbidden.
Inside this collection, you will find stories like these:
A lonely wife finding comfort in the one man she was never meant to fall for... her bodyguard.
A woman torn between loyalty and unexpected feelings for her husband's quiet, brooding brother.
A young employee caught in a life-changing connection with her powerful CEO.
A student navigating an undeniable attraction to a professor twice her age.
And many more stories where boundaries are tested and forbidden feelings refuse to fade.
Every story explores love, temptation, and impossible choices.
Emotional. Addictive. Impossible to forget.
Several forbidden romances.
One unforgettable collection.
Will you dare to turn the page?

Lena was punished for a crime she didn’t commit just to save her twin sister. But in return she was betrayed and rejected by her own destined mate, and then, worse, she was exiled from her own pack to the Darmos College.
There, her life changed when she met three hot alpha roommates.
Kai- the hot hockey player; Lucas, the doctor of the college; and Adrian, the biology professor.
“Little mouse, You are not only just our roommate—but our mate,” Lucas whispered in her ears, while rubbing her pink lips. She couldn’t believe and tried to push him away.
Suddenly, she felt another arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his bare chest body. “Whether you believe it or not, You are ours.” Kai, leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered.

**"She's just the woman I threw away."

"Then from today on... she's my Luna."**

Lucia never expected her fated mate to abandon her for his first love.

Everyone waits to watch her become the biggest joke in the werewolf world.

Instead...

The pack's Alpha arrives at her door.

"Come home with me."

He gives her respect.

A family.

A title.

And the mark her ex refused to give for five long years.

But watching his adoptive father cherish the woman he rejected slowly drives Antony insane.

He wants her back.

He'll do anything to reclaim her.

Only to hear Severus say—

"Kneel. She belongs beside me now."

Just as Lucia begins to embrace her new life, a conspiracy capable of destroying every werewolf pack begins to unfold...

Enter a world where love and obsession collide... Where Power combines with seduction... Where Magnates shatters all boundaries.
These stories feature powerful, commanding men who affect women deeply, seducing them into intense, torturous displays of love, passion, power, and control. Dominant mentors who push female characters to their limits. Good guys who inspire a whirlwind of longing. And everything in between-all daring the face of authority and request.
You will encounter hidden draws, intricate family and kinship links,and amour that will try them all. Normal lives are disrupted and uprooted by feelings, the traitor's blow, and the power of a really felt kinship.

Three months before I marry billionaire Adrian Vale, I receive a text from an unknown number.

DON’T MARRY MY HUSBAND.

The sender claims to be Celeste Vale—Adrian’s first wife.

There’s only one problem.

Celeste has been dead for four years.

I assume someone is playing a sick joke until the messages reveal secrets no stranger should know. Details about Adrian’s body. His first marriage. The night Celeste died.

Then one message warns me not to eat a box of chocolates arriving at my office.

The chocolates are poisoned.

Suddenly, Adrian’s protection becomes suffocating. Security follows me everywhere. I’m moved into the sprawling estate where Celeste once lived. Doors are locked. Cameras fail. Someone enters my bedroom while I sleep.

And the dead woman keeps texting me.

But the most terrifying discovery isn’t that someone wants me dead.

It’s an old photograph hidden among Celeste’s belongings.

A photograph of me taken eight years before I ever met Adrian.

Adrian recognizes it.

Because our first meeting wasn’t an accident.

Now I don’t know who to trust—the dead woman warning me away from my fiancé, or the dangerously powerful man who admits he searched for me long before I knew his name.

Adrian swears he didn’t kill Celeste.

I want to believe him.

But the deeper I dig into his family’s past, the more women I find who vanished, died, or were silenced after learning secrets they were never meant to know.

And Celeste may have died trying to make sure I wasn’t next.

I buried my brothers.
Burned my name.
And disappeared from a world built on violence.
They once feared me as the Black Reaper — Klein, former mercenary commander.
Now I live quietly in a crumbling villa, renting out rooms just to stay afloat.
Then Carol moves in.
Brilliant. Beautiful.
Hunted by powerful cartels.
She assumes I’m nothing more than a bitter, sloppy landlord —
until armed men break into her room, and I kill them with my bare hands.
Now Carol knows my true power.
Instead of running, she forces her way deeper into my life,
making me her driver, her protector, and her unwilling shield against the hunters chasing her.
But the West family — the ones who murdered my entire team — have finally tracked her down.
To protect Carol, I must become the man I swore I’d never be again.
“They took everything from me once,” I say quietly.
“This time, I won’t leave anyone standing.”

“I’ll give you anything, Elsa—money, a car, a house, jewelry—just agree to the transplant. Ria really needs it.” I couldn’t believe his audacity. Was this really my husband, trying to bargain my body to save his fiancée?
“Sorry, I’m pregnant. I can’t donate a kidney,” I said, my voice shaky but determined. Anger boiled inside me, but I knew he was powerful. The pretend marriage was over, and his true colors were revealed. Afraid of what he might do to me, I didn’t yell or fight him. I just wanted to escape this nightmare, to break free from this cage I was trapped in.
But his reaction was even more chilling. He looked at me with no emotion.
“We’ll have an abortion.” His words hit me like a bomb. I couldn’t believe how coldly he spoke about ending his own child’s life.

The acrid smell of the bullet piercing my skull hadn't even dissipated when I came back to life.

I was reborn back to the third week of the apocalypse. At this time, the tyrant of the fifth checkpoint was stripping me of my right to pass and kicking me into a horde of thousands of zombies.

In my past life, I also died here. But until the moment of my death, these fools didn't know that—within the skulls of those terrifying zombies lay divine crystal cores capable of "freezing time"!

Having been given a second chance at life, I did not run away.

I calmly snapped the neck of the first monster and pried the glowing key out of the rotten flesh.

The instant I forcibly froze the torrential, highly corrosive acid rain in mid-air, I knew that this apocalyptic hunting game... had shifted in power dynamics.

I am Mandy Langley, 42 years old, CEO of Sterling International. In Manhattan's cutthroat business world, I'd earned the name "Ice Queen."
Five years divorced, my ex-husband's parting words still stung—he'd called me cold as stone, said I was nothing but a dictator even in bed.
He had no idea my frost was a facade, hiding an emptiness and a craving no one could touch.
I controlled billions in assets, yet I lay awake every night, consumed by a single thought: I wanted a man to make me let go, to force me to surrender completely.
That man walked into my office three years ago, and I'd been drowning ever since.
Allen Thorne, my chief assistant, 28 years old—too young, shamefully young, and yet I couldn't resist him.
A year ago, I discovered the truth: he was the CEO of Vortex Capital, my rival, planted here to destroy me.
I should've fired him on the spot. Instead, I kept him close, pretending it was to watch him, when really, I just couldn't let him go.
Dangerous, magnetic, ruthlessly in control—he was everything I shouldn't want. I never exposed him. I fell harder instead.
I buried this forbidden desire, but every day he was there, right in front of me, taunting me.
What was I supposed to do? Cut him loose—or let him claim me?

I longed for family affection and true love all my life. I tried my best to get along with my stepbrother Karen, and wholeheartedly loved his friend Nolan. However, my sincerity was trampled into the mud. They conspired to hurt me, spread indecent content to ruin my life, and even broke the last relic left by my grandmother. I suffered countless humiliations and injuries, then chose to leave without saying goodbye. Years later, the two men were trapped in endless regret, but I had already walked out of the shadow of the past. Trust is gone, and so is my tenderness for them.

"We can only take one more person! Any heavier and we ALL go down!"

In the middle of a raging forest fire, my fiancé Carter Hayes was piloting a fuel-leaking helicopter, forced to choose between me and my cousin Lily Sterling.

He chose me.

Lily was left behind in the inferno. She burned.

I thought surviving made me lucky — until my parents slapped me across the face at my wedding. "Why wasn't it YOU who died?"

Turns out, I was never the one they wanted to save.

Carter married me, then spent five years making me wish I'd died in that fire instead. He and my parents worked together, systematically stripping away my dignity, my career, and every reason I had to keep living.

Three years into my depression, I jumped from the top floor of the Hayes estate.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself back before the fire — before the helicopter took off, before Carter made his choice.

This time, I spoke first. "Take Lily."

If they all wanted me dead, then I'd give them exactly what they wanted.

My husband's first love, Celine, lured me to a remote cabin under the guise of an "apology."
 
She then poured gasoline all over the porch and locked the door from the outside.
 
In my past life, the moment the fire began to spread, I desperately called my husband, Julian—a fire captain—for rescue.
 
He smashed the door open and saved me.
 
Ironically, Celine's scheme backfired, and she died of smoke inhalation outside.
 
Yet, Julian pinned her blood debt entirely on me.
 
He kept me at the hospital with his hypocritical comfort, only to tear off his disguise the day I was discharged. He tied me to a pillar in an abandoned warehouse and poured gasoline at my feet.
 
As the flames ignited, my ten-week-old unborn child and I were swallowed by the raging fire.
 
Julian's eyes were bloodshot. Facing my agonizing screams, his gaze held nothing but pure, unadulterated hatred:
 
"If you hadn't gone mad with jealousy and locked the door from the inside, Celine would never have died! Stop playing the victim!"
 
"The pain she suffered before she died... I'm going to make you pay for it ten times, a hundred times over!"
 
In the blazing light, he watched coldly as I was burned alive, turning into a charred corpse.
 
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the exact moment the fire started to spread.

My stepsister and I tumbled down the stairs together. As someone with a blood clotting disorder, my spleen ruptured—I was bleeding internally, desperate for surgery to stop it.
But my mother—the renowned chief of surgery—pulled every specialist from the ER. To consult on my stepsister's condition.
All she had was a sprained ankle. Not even a scratch. Yet mom insisted on running every test in the book. And me? Left alone on that cold floor, bleeding out, half my body already soaked in blood.
I clutched at her pants, begging her to save me. But she kicked my hand away and looked at me with pure disgust.
"Lily, are you really so desperate for a man's attention that you'd pull a cheap stunt like this? Your sister's foot is swollen—and you have the nerve to fake your death here?"
In the end, I died alone in a corner of that ignored ER.
But when they wheeled my cold body out of the morgue—and they finally learned about my clotting disorder—
That mother who claimed to hate me completely lost her mind.

It was my second year back in this house.
My name was Evelyn, the biological daughter who got lost in Central Park at seven.
During the ten years I stayed missing, I fed pigs on a remote farm in Eastern Europe. In weather that dropped to dozens below zero, I got beaten for working too slowly.
I did not get brought back until I was seventeen, covered in scars, returned to this so-called “home,” luxurious to the point of being blinding.
To be honest, every time I watched them sit on silk sofas and sip afternoon tea, then thought about the decade I spent crawling through hell, hatred made my teeth ache.
That hatred stood between us and made the house feel like an icebox. We lived under the same roof, yet we were not even as close as strangers.

I was just on the phone with my husband. He was stuck in traffic, apologizing for being late to our anniversary dinner. Forty minutes later, detectives are at my door, claiming he died in a crash three days ago. If Silas is dead, who just sent me a text?

After I took in my first love, she promised she'd always be good to me.
But after my mother died in a car accident, I found her in our home—with another man.
She told everyone Colin was her true love, that I was just a little brother she never wanted, and that I was the one who couldn't let go.
Everyone turned against me. My father had a stroke from the rage. Colin even had someone run me over—cost me an eye.
Seven years later.
I stood outside a convenience store holding flowers when I saw them.
Audrey's daughter looked at me with pity. "Mom, that man only has one eye... Is he selling flowers? Should we buy some?"